I recently visited this quaint little Scottish Town expecting to find grim grime covered streets covered with ash from the steelworks. They shut in 1992 under the Thatcher (spit) government. The streets were bright and cheerful with friendly people everywhere. The shops were filled with affordable goods, well most charity shops are. Queues outside all the chemists with friendly locals greeting you with requests for a pound for a cup of tea. Absolute bargain at that price. Quaint working (except no one is) class pubs full of beautiful young women looking to show the unsuspecting tourist a good time around town. Clubs abound around town. There's the miners, no really, a coal miners club, just no coal miners in it. Then there's the ex Service Men's club, no ex service men in it. Both hives of hilarity and fun and again no shortage of helpful women. What a friendly place. I lost my wallet in one such club but as I knew would happen, a friendly local returned it to me. Minus my money, driving licence and credit cards. I was so grateful getting my wallet back that I didn't mind the fact my cards had been used to buy "Custom kitchens, colour TV's". I will always treasure my visit to Motherwell, well after the broken bones have healed and the bruises faded. That happened when I tripped and fell onto several young chaps boots a few times. I hope...I recently visited this quaint little Scottish Town expecting to find grim grime covered streets covered with ash from the steelworks. They shut in 1992 under the Thatcher (spit) government. The streets were bright and cheerful with friendly people everywhere. The shops were filled with affordable goods, well most charity shops are. Queues outside all the chemists with friendly locals greeting you with requests for a pound for a cup of tea. Absolute bargain at that price. Quaint working (except no one is) class pubs full of beautiful young women looking to show the unsuspecting tourist a good time around town. Clubs abound around town. There's the miners, no really, a coal miners club, just no coal miners in it. Then there's the ex Service Men's club, no ex service men in it. Both hives of hilarity and fun and again no shortage of helpful women. What a friendly place. I lost my wallet in one such club but as I knew would happen, a friendly local returned it to me. Minus my money, driving licence and credit cards. I was so grateful getting my wallet back that I didn't mind the fact my cards had been used to buy "Custom kitchens, colour TV's".
I will always treasure my visit to Motherwell, well after the broken bones have healed and the bruises faded. That happened when I tripped and fell onto several young chaps boots a few times.
I hope you will enjoy your trip to Motherwell as much as I have. More